All I do is sleep all day, and think of you
a memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to
the image of a mutual one, our haven
the sombre chords of our song, the fading

love is no big truth
driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings
a symphony that's you
joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping

passion and its brother hate, they come and go
could easily be made to stay for longer though
many people play this game so willingly
do I have to be like them, or be lonely?

love is no big truth
driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings
a symphony that's you
joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping

I'll never need it again